I’ll tell you what’s new. Dial-a-toilet. Yes. One part toilet; two parts drone/helicopter - when you’re caught short you can now bring the loo to you!
This has to be a joke right? I mean, I don’t even want to think about the possibility of what could go wrong with ‘Dial-a-Toilet’ let alone the mind-boggling logistics. It’s like a sort of Über; a PÜber, if you will.
Oh forgive me. That’s not my sense of humour. But when it comes to toilets, can you really avoid it? Let me restate it: someone has invented… a flying toilet! That’s surely open-season for the toilet-humourists. I mean the one situation where it’s appropriate!
Deliverpoo. That was the other one; I ought to be in marketing.
Here’s my take. If you’re miles and miles away from the nearest toilet, there are some age old things you can do to relieve yourself. This has been true for a very long time, longer in fact than the invention of the toilet. I’m not saying it’s pleasant. I’m not saying I like the thought of it, I’m just saying that you’re either out there by choice or you’re not, and either way, nature has provided you everything you need, even if you were unprepared.
In my opinion, a flying portaloo is about as ridiculous as drones depositing you a Michelin-star chef in the woods, with an inflatable restaurant and silver service. Imagine seeing that collection of things buzzing over your head and slowly descending between the trees!
Mind you, even I would prefer that culinary entourage to the sight of a floating WC.
Shudder.
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